Stripped.
On knees.
Washing feet stained with dirt and sticky with muck
A mother’s life
A neighbor’s life
A Savior’s life.
karoline strickland
Stripped.
On knees.
Washing feet stained with dirt and sticky with muck
A mother’s life
A neighbor’s life
A Savior’s life.
“Mama” – she said to me,
tilted her spoon like a silver wand –
“A butterfly came to our house.”
